Remember when as little child
You gathered flowers in the wild?
What has been lost from by-gone days?
How did the light depart your gaze?
A rusty train rolls down the track
With little flags the union jack
Flies free, and in the crowded cars
They stare out through the metal bars
A war is raging in your mind
Will you be good, or feigned kind?
Look out upon this broken world
Where thoughts like trash in sharp wind whirled
You stand between two concrete towers
Looking for forgotten flowers
You saw the sign then closed your eyes
Believing all their dreadful lies:
Pick your flowers in the cemetery!
Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2014